LOGINI watch until she disappears among the trees, taking my heart with her. Only then do I close the door, lock it, and wipe away my tears. I have a role to play now, and lives depend on my performance.
'She's gone,' I tell James through our link, feeling his relief wash over me. 'Elder Stone says she scored 98%,' he sends back, shock colouring his mental voice. I bite back a gasp. No wonder Elder Stone came herself. A true omega with that compatibility score would fetch an astronomical price at auction, or be claimed directly by the Council for their own purposes. I smooth my hair, straighten my blouse, and walk back through the kitchen toward the front of the house. I find James still standing in the doorway, his body blocking the entrance with subtle determination. Beyond him, I see Elder Stone, her silver hair pulled into a severe bun, her burgundy suit impeccable, her amber eyes cold and calculating. "Ah, this must be the mother," Elder Stone says, her voice honey-sweet with an undercurrent of steel. "Beta Blackwood's mate. How lovely to meet you, my dear." I step forward, sliding into the role of surprised but honoured hostess. "Elder Stone, what an unexpected honour. Please, won't you come in?" James throws me a warning glance, but we both know we can't keep her on the doorstep without raising suspicion. He steps aside, allowing the Elder and her two guards, massive males with the hard eyes of enforcers, to enter our home. "I bring wonderful news," Elder Stone says, her gaze sweeping our modest living room with poorly concealed judgment. "Your daughter has broken records with her compatibility assessment. A 98% match to alpha bloodlines, the highest score I've seen in three decades." I force my lips into what I hope passes for a surprised smile. "That's... remarkable." "Indeed. Such a rare genetic treasure must be properly placed. The Council has already received inquiries from several prominent alphas. She'll be the crown jewel of next month's allocation ceremony." Elder Stone's smile doesn't reach her eyes. "Now, where is the girl? I'd like to congratulate her personally." "She was just finishing dinner," James says smoothly. "She must be in her room. Sophia?" he calls, his voice perfectly calibrated to sound normal. "Search the house," Elder Stone orders her guards, her pleasant facade slipping. "Quickly." The two men move with practiced efficiency, one heading upstairs while the other moves toward the back of the house. I feel sweat beading at my hairline but keep my expression neutral, even as I hear them opening doors, pulling back shower curtains, looking under beds. "Is something wrong?" I ask, feigning confusion. Elder Stone's amber eyes fix on me with sudden intensity. "You know exactly what's wrong, don't you, Mrs. Blackwood? You've helped her escape." "I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, but my heart is pounding so hard I'm certain she can hear it. "Elder," one of the guards calls from the kitchen. "Back door was recently opened. There are footprints leading to the woods." Elder Stone's face hardens into a mask of fury. "Do you have any idea what you've done? That girl is Council property, the most valuable omega we've tested in a generation." "She is not property," James says, his voice low and dangerous. "She's our daughter." "Your daughter belongs to the Council," Elder Stone snaps. "Her genetic profile is too valuable to waste on personal sentimentality. Do you know how many packs would benefit from her bloodline? How many strong alpha sons she could bear?" I feel sick at her words, at the casual way she reduces my daughter to a breeding machine. "She belongs to herself," I say, unable to keep the edge from my voice. Elder Stone turns to her guards. "Call for backup. I want search parties in those woods immediately. She can't have gotten far." As one guard speaks rapidly into his radio, I reach out through the farthest limits of my mind link, stretching it to its breaking point, knowing Sophia is probably too far away to hear me clearly, but desperate to try. 'Run, darling girl,' I project into the night. 'The Council isn't going to stop. Your father and I love you so much.' I don't know if she hears me, but I pour all my love, all my hope into that mental message. Elder Stone watches me, her eyes narrowing with understanding. "You're contacting her now, aren't you? Telling her to keep running?" She turns to the guard who isn't on the radio. "Restrain them both. They're now actively interfering with a Council claim." The guard moves forward, pulling zip ties from his belt. James steps in front of me protectively, but we both know there's no point in resisting. This was always how it would end. "James and Lora Blackwood," Elder Stone intones formally, "you are hereby detained on suspicion of interfering with Council Directive 117 and abetting the escape of a claimed omega. The penalty for such actions can include imprisonment, pack expulsion, or execution, depending on the severity of the interference and whether the subject is successfully recovered." The guard binds James's wrists first, my mate not resisting as the plastic bites into his skin. His eyes find mine, and through our bond I feel his fierce pride mingled with fear, not for himself, but for me and for Sophia. 'We gave her a chance,' he tells me silently as the guard moves to bind my wrists next. 'That's all we could do.' 'It has to be enough,' I reply, watching Elder Stone bark orders into her phone, already organising search parties. As the guards lead us toward the door, I take one last look at our home, the family photos on the wall, the worn furniture that holds the imprints of our bodies, the kitchen where we just shared what might be our final meal together. All the physical trappings of our life, soon to be left behind. But what matters most is already gone, racing through the night, carrying our hopes with her. Sophia, my beautiful, brave daughter. Nyx, the wolf who runs with our love protecting her. Run far, run fast, my darling girl. And someday, be free.I sit on the edge of my bed, correction, Zane's bed that I'm forced to share, and press my palms against my eyes until stars burst behind my eyelids. My hands are still trembling from the confrontation in his office, from standing up to him in front of my father. The door is locked, but I'm not naive enough to think that will keep an alpha out, especially one who believes he owns me. All I want is five minutes to breathe, to process the fact that my father is actually alive, that my mother isn't, that somehow I commanded Zane not to hurt my father and he actually listened. 'You did so well!' Nyx practically bounces in my mind, her excitement a jarring contrast to my exhaustion. 'We protected pack-father! Alpha couldn't even speak!' 'What I did was dangerous,' I respond silently. 'He could punish Dad for my outburst.' 'No, he can't,' Nyx insists with startling certainty. 'You commanded him not to. Didn't you feel it?' I had felt something, a strange rush of power,
James Blackwood's eyes keep dropping to my mark on his daughter's neck, a father's anguish poorly concealed beneath his carefully neutral expression. I understand his pain, the primal agony of seeing his offspring claimed by another wolf, but I feel no remorse. Sophia is mine now, by right and by ritual. The sooner her father accepts this reality, the easier his adjustment to life in my pack will be. I take a deliberate sip of coffee, letting the silence stretch until James shifts uncomfortably in his seat."Tell me about Sophia's abilities," I say finally, setting down my cup with precision. "What did you notice when she was younger?"James glances at his daughter, clearly uncomfortable discussing her as if she isn't present. "Perhaps Sophia should...""I'm asking you," I interrupt smoothly. "As her father, you observed her development from birth. I want your perspective."Sophia straightens in her chair, her scent sharpening with irritation. I ignore her, keepi
I pace the length of the guest room, five steps in one direction before the wall forces me to turn, five steps back. The space feels like a cage, though it's more luxurious than anything I've slept in since fleeing the Council. My muscles ache from days of running, from shifting back and forth between forms as I tracked Sophia's scent across territories. But it's the hollow pain in my chest that keeps me moving, the void where Lora's presence used to hum, warm and constant. Twenty-four years of having her in my mind, and now there's only silence.A knock at the door interrupts my circuit. I pause, nostrils flaring as I catch an unfamiliar female scent."Enter," I call, straightening my shoulders by instinct, the Beta's posture I wore for two decades before becoming this hollow-eyed rogue.The door opens to reveal a petite blonde woman with efficient movements and watchful eyes. She carries a stack of neatly folded clothing."James Blackwood?" she asks, though we
I stare at Sophia's rigid back, her words echoing in my mind like a challenge I can't ignore. Captor. Not mate. The distinction burns through me, igniting a fury I haven't felt in decades.After everything I've done, claiming her instead of returning her to the Council, allowing her father sanctuary in my territory, showing restraint when she openly defied me, she still sees me as nothing more than her jailer. The urge to grab her, to force her to acknowledge our bond, pulses through me with each heartbeat. In my years as Alpha, and no one has ever dismissed me so completely.'She hurts,' Conri growls in my mind, his anger tempered by something I rarely sense from him, understanding. 'Mother dead. Pack broken. Give her time.''She called us her captor,' I remind him, the insult still raw. 'After we claimed her, mated her, protected her.''Claimed without choice. Mated without choice,' Conri acknowledges, surprising me with his insight. 'But Nyx knows. Nyx understands mate-bond deeper
I sit in the middle of Zane's massive bed, our bed now, I suppose, with my knees pulled tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like I might hold myself together through sheer physical force. My mother is dead. The words repeat in my mind, a terrible mantra I can't escape. Dead because she tried to save me. Dead because I was born a true omega in a world that treats us like breeding stock instead of people.At least my father survived. The thought offers a flicker of comfort in the darkness consuming me. But even that is complicated by the reality of our situation, him a rogue wolf dependent on the mercy of an Alpha who's claimed me against my will, me a mated omega with no way out.'We saved dad,' Nyx whispers in my mind, her presence warm with satisfaction despite our grief. 'We brought him to safety.''Did we?' I question silently. 'Or did we just deliver him to another kind of prison?'Nyx bristles at this. 'Conri would never harm our father. He respects family bonds.’'C
I watch as Sophia wipes tears from her eyes, her grief momentarily pushed aside by the healer's instinct as her fingers hover over the cut on her father's cheekbone. The soft glow emanating from her fingertips fascinates me, her true omega healing ability made visible.James Blackwood sits perfectly still, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face as the wound knits closed under her touch. The tenderness between them stirs something uncomfortable in my chest, something dangerously close to envy.'She is stronger than she looks,' Conri observes in my mind, his interest piqued by this display of Sophia's power. 'Heals well, even through grief.''Yes,' I agree silently. 'Another reason the Council wants her back so badly.'The father-daughter reunion complicates things considerably. Having a rogue wolf in my territory, even one with a legitimate claim to my mate's attention, creates political vulnerabilities I can ill afford with the Council already breathing down my neck. Yet sending h







